Pizza and Mayhem

Ever have a day where you could easily break into heaving sobs or slug someone in the face? I had a day like that yesterday.

These things happen. I'm not much for crying and punching people is frowned upon. So I have to come up with a different solution for blowing off steam.

I have been getting up in the wee hours of the morning to hit the treadmill and do a little cardio, combined with light strength training. That helps. But last night, it was not enough.

My mood was so foul that really only thing could snap me out of my funk - a little jalapeno pizza and blowing up stuff. Deeps suggested we pick up a pizza on the way home and then spend some quality time playing Lego Star Wars for the Wii.

I'm not a super huge Star Wars fan. I've seen the original three films - but I somehow skipped most of the newest three. So some parts of the game are confusing and unfamiliar. But I wield a light saber with the best of them.

Okay, sometimes I accidentally kill Deeps. But he's a good sport about it.

That's really important in a husband: the ability to forgive video game fouls, to know when your wife needs pizza for dinner, and to know that sometimes when she mutters to herself while flying around and killing stuff - well, that's best left without further comment.

Labels: 2008, marriage, weird stuff